When Ji Wanrong returned to the yard, she saw that her room was dim, as if someone had lit a dim candle inside.
Ji Wanrong opened the door and saw that neither Siqin nor Jian Qing was sleeping, but sitting on the footrest under the bed.
The two of them had big dark circles under their eyes, rested their chins with their hands, and stared in the direction of the door with sad faces.
Seeing the door of the house open, the two of them were startled at the same time, and then they were happy.
"Miss, you are finally back. What did the prince do to you? Over at Nanyang Marquis Mansion..." Jian Qing suddenly jumped up from the ground.
"It's okay. I rescued my grandmother. It was discovered that Ji Yunyao took the credit for my brother, so Mo Jiecheng believed what I said."
Ji Wanrong spoke concisely and comprehensively, briefly describing what happened that night.
"That's really a blessing in disguise! It scared me to death!" Jian Qing patted his chest, his eyelids were still red and swollen.
Although Siqin didn't speak, he obviously breathed a sigh of relief.
"Siqin, have you finished all your reporting matters?" Ji Wanrong walked to the soft couch and sat down, then turned around and asked specifically.
Siqin nodded: "This slave went to Jing Zhaoyin to report to the official during the day. Master Jing Zhaoyin was still there at that time. When he heard that it was the name of Prince Han's Mansion, he asked the arrester to go to Nanyang Hou Mansion to get the person. Now Chen Mammy and the slaves are already in prison."
Ji Wanrong listened and nodded with relief.
Presumably, the capture of Nanny Chen must have touched Lin Wenrui's sensitive nerves, which is why Ji Yunyao was so anxious and chose to take action tonight.
Seeing Ji Wanrong's tired face, Siqin went to boil water and prepare to give her a bath.
Ji Yunyao walked to the soft couch and sat down. Seeing Qing standing beside her, she asked again: "Miss, now that the matter has been resolved, should we let the people in the yard come back?"
Ji Wanrong then remembered that all the servants in his yard had been captured and tortured by Mo Jiecheng.
Ji Wanrong felt very unhappy when she thought of Mo Jiecheng. She gritted her teeth with resentment: "The matter has not been resolved yet, and Mo Jiecheng said that I am still suspicious."
"As for the other people in the yard, you bring some money to comfort them. They have been implicated by me. But there is no need to come back. Let them stay in other yards to work. I don't need so many people in my yard. "
Ji Wanrong actually had one thing left unsaid, that is, she would finally reconcile with Mo Jiecheng.
After the divorce, she had to move out, so she asked Zhao Runchu to help her find a house in the capital. She couldn't take away so many servants, and it was useless to keep them with her.
After she finished bathing and changed into clean clothes, Ji Wanrong drove the two maids to their own room to sleep.
And she sat on the soft couch, lit a lamp, and opened the letter that Zhao Runchu had just sent.
Ji Wanrong discovered that in addition to a few pages of letter paper, there was something made of jade in the envelope. It was translucent and moist and looked like a whistle.
She fiddled with it and found that the so-called whistle made no sound at all, so she began to read the pages carefully.
The letter was signed by Fu Tingxue, the master of Miaoshou Hall. She was good at writing free and unrestrained calligraphy.
This handwriting looks somewhat familiar.
Fu Tingxue asked in the letter whether she needed her help with today's matter, and also asked her if she could still attend the appointment on time in two days after meeting today's matter.
Then he mentioned the function of this whistle. This was not a jade whistle, but a bone whistle.
Blowing this whistle will not make a sound, but will send out a special signal, attracting a messenger crow, which is responsible for delivering messages between her and Miaoshoutang.
Only then did Ji Wanrong understand the purpose of the whistle.
Then Fu Tingxue mentioned in the letter that there was an insignificant patient who was stupid and rich. He had heard about her reputation for a long time and thought of letting her treat her.
But Fu Tingxue added that she thought the man was dull and had an average impression, and whether he could be cured or not depended on her mood.
As for who it was, Fu Tingxue didn't say in the letter.
The patient's name was not even mentioned, which seems very irrelevant.
Ji Wanrong can't even get out of the gate of Prince Han's Mansion now. Even the agreed time for Fu Tingxue's surgery has been postponed, let alone that unimportant patient.
not to mention!
Because of this bitch like Mo Jiecheng, Ji Wanrong is now in a very unhappy mood and really has no extra energy.
So Ji Wanrong refused the matter without hesitation.
After answering all of this, Ji Wanrong rolled the letter into a small ball, opened the window, and blew the bone whistle.
Sure enough, the bone whistle made no sound, but after half a stick of incense, it attracted a crow.
This crow was different from the ones she had seen before. It was completely black, with glossy feathers. It was very large and had a pointed beak. It looked like a trained eagle.
She put the letter in the bamboo tube at the crow's paw. The crow called at her twice, then flapped its wings and flew away.
Ji Wanrong looked at the shrinking shadow of the crow in the sky, and suddenly felt that Fu Tingxue was very mysterious, and the secret behind her also made her very curious.
She couldn't wait to know the reason behind her belief that she was a magic doctor with ghost hands.
After Ji Wanrong finished all these things, he finally settled his worries and returned to bed tiredly to sleep.
Ji Wanrong had experienced too many things this day, and Ji Wanrong slept deeply.
The two little maids didn't have the heart to disturb her, so she slept peacefully until the afternoon of the next day without having any dreams.
When she woke up in a daze, all she saw was the dazzling sunlight streaming in from the window, filling the entire room.
It had been a long time since she had been so peaceful. She stayed in bed for a long time before slowly getting up.
The two little maids heard the noise in the house and hurriedly came in to help her wash and bring her food.
After Ji Wanrong finished his meal, he thought about going back to Nanyang Houfu in the afternoon, so he went back to the space and fiddled with the medicinal materials bought by Miaoshou Tang for a long time.
Until we came to Mojie City.
Mo Jiecheng had just returned from the military camp and went directly to Chuyun Garden without changing his clothes.
And he seemed to be in a good mood, with a springy face and light steps, as if his tail was about to reach the sky.
"I have kept you waiting for a long time. I will send you to the Nanyang Marquis Mansion now."
Mo Jiecheng was beaming even when talking to her, with a long-lost smile on his face.
Ji Wanrong was certainly saddened by the recent unfavorable situation, but Mo Jiecheng's happiness made Ji Wanrong feel even more unhappy.
She glanced at Mo Jiecheng's face suspiciously and asked without leaving any trace: "You seem to be in a good mood? Did you get any good news? About the assassin?"
Mo Jiecheng shook his head at her mysteriously: "It has nothing to do with it, it's just that something happened last night that made me very happy."
last night? After returning home with her last night, it was already midnight, what else could be good?
Ji Wanrong's eyebrows wrinkled tighter and tighter.
Could it be possible that he had sex with Gu Mingyue while eating hot soup last night?
After a night of fun, no wonder you are so happy now!
Ji Wanrong looked at him coldly and suddenly felt that his eyes were not eyes and his nose was not a nose.
No matter how you look at it, it becomes twisted!
